After My Boyfriend Dumped Me, He Ended Up Begging on the Streets novel Chapter 9

But I miscalculated. 

A knock on the door. 

I opened it, and there he was—Caleb. 

I instinctively tried to shut the door, but he grabbed the handle, holding it firm. 

"Caleb, what do you want?" 

His eyes were red, and a bad feeling crept up my spine. 

The next second, he shoved the door open, stepping inside, backing me up with every step he took. 

I had nowhere left to go. 

I stumbled onto the bed. 

He reached for me, fingers gripping my chin, his eyes burning with anger. 

"Fuck you," he muttered. 

Then his lips crashed down on mine. 

I struggled, trying to push him away, but he pinned my wrists, leaving me no room to move. 

His kiss was hot, desperate, forceful. 

A lump formed in my throat. 

Why? 

He was the one who screwed up. 

Why was he the one bullying me? 

Tears welled up. 

Caleb froze. 

Then he gently kissed my tears away, his voice hoarse. 

"Zoe… I messed up. Please, don't leave me, okay?" 

His bloodshot eyes begged me, but I couldn't stop crying. 

The memory of that day in the lounge clawed at my chest. 

I felt sick. 

Disgusted. 

I wiped my lips with trembling fingers, trying to erase his touch. 

His eyes darkened. 

Like a wounded beast, he lost all reason. 

"You think I'm disgusting?" 

I didn't answer. 

My actions spoke for me. 

His lips crashed down again, this time with a manic desperation. 

"Zoe, you can't hate me," he growled.

"You love me. You always have."

"It's my fault. I shouldn't have hurt you."

"But the baby's gone now… we can have another."

"You're mine, you hear me? I won't let you leave me." 

My eyes widened in horror. 

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